fragile skin

Posted by Jamie Ann (Lakewood, United States) on 22 September 2008 in Landscape & Rural and Portfolio.

There is a gentle wind which descents like billowing silk upon the soul,
that accepts its coming death.
A gentle pocket of air, in our turbulent everyday life.
The air gently enfolds our fragile skin,
as if it has been drifting towards us forever.
Our fragile skin is our emblem of identity,
the image we presented to the world.
But it was never who we really were.
It didn’t make us any more or less of ourselves.
It’s was only our clothing, not the essence of us.